Marry Me, Mr. Sanders!

PORTRAIT

KNOXX

After removing her oversized shirt, I laid her down on the dining table. Her ample breasts were revealed, still covered by her lacy red bra. I swallowed hard as my body grew hotter. This wasn't the first time I'd seen her like this, but it was different up close, being able to touch her. I kissed her again as my hand traveled to her chest. I could feel she was already on fire. I heard her soft moans as I moved down to her neck.

"Aaaahhhhhh!" she moaned, grabbing my back. I finally removed her bra, and my eyes widened at the sight of her full breasts and pink nipples. I played with them before sucking them. She arched her back and moaned louder with every touch.

"Kn---oxxx," she barely managed to say my name. It had been a long time since I last had sex, and my desire grew fiercer. My lips trailed down to her stomach, licking her navel. Her moans drove me wild. She was unbelievably hot, calling out my name.

I removed her shorts, along with her lingerie, and spread her legs. Again, I swallowed hard as I gently touched her. I could feel her wetness. God, she was driving me insane. I wanted to taste her right then and there.

"Hey!" Someone tapped my cheek, and when I opened my eyes, Sam's gentle face, furrowed with confusion, came into view.

"What's happening to you? You're sweating."

I suddenly snapped back to reality and felt ashamed. Damn, I was daydreaming, and I could still feel my hardness. Whether I admitted it or not, I was lusting after Sam, my wife.

"Shit."

"What?" she asked, puzzled.

"Nothing," I quickly stood up and left, heading to my room.

I sat on my bed, staring out the window, unable to believe what had just happened. I couldn't believe in myself. Knoxx Sanders fantasizing about a woman? And of all women, Sam? The woman I was supposed to despise.

SAM

I was left confused by Knoxx's behavior. He seemed different, especially when I saw him earlier, eyes closed as I cleaned the table he spilled coffee on. It was like he was in a trance, and I heard him let out a soft moan. He blushed when I tapped him back to reality.

"What's happening to him?" I wondered to myself. If he wasn't snapping at me, he'd storm off. I tried not to be affected by him, but he kept giving me reasons to be curious. "Could it be that he's lusting after me?" I thought mischievously while continuing my task. "Well, I can't blame him. I'm irresistible," I smugly told myself.

When he didn't return to the kitchen, I decided to go to his room. I knocked three times, but there was no answer. I opened the door and quietly stepped inside.

"Knoxx," I called out. I looked around the room but couldn't find him. He was probably in the bathroom. His room was larger than mine, clearly a man's space with its black-and-white design. My eyes were drawn to a portrait hanging on the wall. It must be Camille. I walked closer to get a better look.

She was beautiful, the image of an accomplished woman. She looked very proper and seemed to come from a prominent family. She was completely different from me, especially in how she dressed. I felt an inexplicable pang in my heart as I gazed at her. This was the woman Knoxx deeply loved, the mother of the child he almost had. I closed my eyes as that thought sunk in.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I jumped at the sound of Knoxx's voice behind me, holding my chest in surprise.

"I...," I stammered, not because I was afraid of being caught in his room, but because of the breathtaking sight before me. Damn! He was half-naked, his six-pack abs on full display. His muscles were perfectly sculpted, without a flaw in sight. I swallowed hard, and my heart raced faster.

"I said, what are you doing here?" he yelled, stepping closer.

"I knocked on your door, but you didn't answer. I just came to call you for breakfast since you left me earlier," I explained like a timid puppy.

"I'm not hungry! Now get out!" he shouted again. "Next time, don't come in here unless I say so, and don't touch anything in my room. Especially that," he pointed to the large portrait of his late fiancée. His eyes narrowed as he glared at me. "Or do you want me to remind you who she was?" He grabbed my arm and dragged me closer to the picture.

"Let go of me." I tried to pull away, but his grip was too tight, and it hurt.

"Does it hurt? Good. Look at the woman whose life you took with your irresponsibility!" His grip was painful, but his words hurt even more. Being accused of causing someone's death was a different level of pain. I stayed silent, waiting for him to let go, not wanting to show any weakness, especially since he might use it against me.

"I don't even know why I agreed to marry someone like you. You're not even comparable to her. You're nothing but a whore, a selfish girl." Ouch! That stung. I knew where I stood, how people viewed me because of my profession, but I was an educated woman from a prominent family. I decided to let him think what he wanted if it eased his pain over losing the woman he loved.

He loosened his grip when he got no reaction from me. I faced him. "Are you done insulting me?" He was the one who fell silent this time. "You won't hear anything from me. I just want to say thank you. Thank you because, in some way, your insults lessen my guilt towards you." He let go of my arm.

"As I said, I came here to call you for breakfast," I calmly told him. "Sorry for coming here." I hurriedly left, tears welling up as I returned to the kitchen. I thought I had grown used to the insults from social media, but it hurt more to hear them in person, especially from your own husband.

I no longer expected him to join me for breakfast, so I ate alone. I could barely swallow my food, and it tasted like nothing. I hurt Knoxx so badly that no amount of sacrifices or revenge could heal him. Maybe my death was the only thing that could make him happy. That thought made my chest tighten even more.

I forced myself to finish the food in front of me, even though my body rejected it. I needed to stay strong because my plans weren't over, and I still had reasons for being in this situation. I'd let Knoxx do whatever he wanted to me. We both needed each other now, and there was no room for drama in my life.

After cleaning up the kitchen, I decided to go out to lighten the heavy feeling inside me. First, I visited the church where my mom and dad got married. Then I went to the Home of the Angels, where I'm one of the benefactors. I often spend time here when I need to think. The children cared for here ease my worries. They are my inspiration in life. These children are the image of hope, and I always keep that in mind, which is why I never get tired of helping them. Most of the children here have been abandoned by their parents or rescued from abusive families. I believe that one day, despite their hardships, they'll find success in life.